All morning, I have the sense that I’ve fallen behind, so I keep myself sequestered in my office, focused on the computer. A knock on the door frame makes me practically jump out of my chair. “I’m so sorry,” Kathleen says remorsefully. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” “No, no, it’s fine. What’s going on?” She leans against the wall as if she’s been told that’s a commonly accepted casual pose, but she still looks tense and anxious. I don’t notice any new bruises, though. “I just stopped by to see how your weekend was,” she says in a timid voice. It’s so odd. I can tell she wants to be friends with me but she’s not certain how such a thing is accomplished. It’s as if she’s never had a friend before. The thought makes me gentle my voice when I reply. “It was much too fast! Remember I told you I was going to babysit for a friend? I did, and it was great, but it took up, like, hours.
What do You think about The Shape Of Desire (2012)?
